Castelo Forte
Cantor Cristão
Strong Castle
A mighty fortress is our God
A trusty shield and weapon
He helps us free from every need
That hath us now o'ertaken
With force of arms we nothing can
Full soon were we down-ridden
But for us fights the valiant Man
Whom God Himself hath bidden
Ask ye, who is this same?
Christ Jesus is His name
The Lord Zebaoth's Son
He, and no other one
Shall conquer in the battle
And were this world all devils o'er
And watching to devour us
We lay it not to heart so sore
Not they can overpower us
And let the prince of ill
Look grim as e'er he will
He harms us not a whit
For why? His doom is writ
A word shall quickly slay him
God's Word, for all their craft and force
One moment will not linger
But, spite of hell, shall have its course
'Tis written by His finger
And though they take our life
Goods, honor, children, wife
Yet is their profit small
These things shall vanish all
The City of God remaineth
